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letra de d to the s - lpb poody

[chorus: lpb poody]
once again free tracy, let him out the county
we was ducked off in the shed ’til them crackers found me
i put money on your head like a f-ckin’ bounty
i be swimmin’ in that p-ssy, hope she don’t drown me
i’m all in, turn her belly b-tton to an outtie
and if it ain’t real, keep that f-ck sh-t from ’round me
sharp shooting, ain’t no missing ’cause i’m rebounding
step-back, and-one ’cause these p-ssies fouling
once again free tracy, let him out the county
we was ducked off in the shed ’til them crackers found me
i put money on your head like a f-ckin’ bounty
i be swimmin’ in that p-ssy, hope she don’t drown me
i’m all in, turn her belly b-tton to an outtie
and if it ain’t real, keep that f-ck sh-t from ’round me
sharp shooting, ain’t no missing ’cause i’m rebounding
step-back, and-one ’cause these p-ssies fouling

[verse 1: glokknine]
he want smoke with who? he want what with us?
how i finger f-ck this nina, thought i bust a nut
aquafina water boys, we aimin’ at your skut
f-ck a belly b-tton, lil poody posted in the cut
lil hot done woodie-woo, he all off in the gut
and i get that first squeeze then you out of luck
semi tucked, choppers in the trunk, b-tch light ’em up
tellin’ on your n-gga, talkin’ codes, foolie wired up

[verse 2: lpb poody]
lightpole baby, i was walkin’ with my pole out
my wrist froze now, keep my pockets on swole now
blacky goin’ in, yeah you know we like to show out
wishy washy b-tch, you know i make her take the clothes off
switcharoo, call it alley-oop, she gettin’ thrown out
d to the s so you know the streets sold now
rob him for his beat so you know this b-tch a stole now
silly rabbit, them ain’t real karats, take them golds out

[verse 3: glokknine]
ran down on him, oh wait, but this b-tch stop
i ain’t from the north but i gotta keep a pole got
hollow stole hot, f-ck a clique, i want an empire
youngin from the drive, bend the curb, you need lots of iron
still be smoke, i’m blowin’, jit don’t f-ckin’ choke
whack a duck, if the pistol tryna quack it up
mercedes truck, one-sixty, that b-tch ain’t fast enough
bend your block, like a trashcan we gon’ dump

[verse 4: lpb poody]
if it’s smoke in the city with my n-ggas, better call it out
we buckin’ too just like the chopper, we flingin’ buckshots
red b-tch, she gon’ f-ck the city ’til she f-cked out
cougar b-tch, she gon’ suck a n-gga ’til i’m sucked out
i’m up now, i don’t really give a f-ck now
we hit for ten bands, i don’t know, i might just buck now
cold world, we givin’ cold cuts, you might get cut now
we all in the field like down, get set, hut now

[verse 5: glokknine]
rottweilers, ’til you babies ask for wahwah
i was servin’ molly rocks, finessin’ out the wahwah
i’m just tryna hit, db stabbed this b-tch, haha
i really like carmelo anthony’s b-tch, yeah, lala
robbed the boy and made him walk home in his d-mn socks
yeah i came from sh-t, lot of sh-ll catchers and headshots
red dots, made the p-ssy wish he never ever tried
bless not, shots from the nine made the rest stop

[verse 6: lpb poody]
fresh out of the juvie, hit the booth and now i’m bootin’ up
late nights makin’ powerplays, they got me shootin’ up
had to rob the p-ssy ’cause the f-ck n-gga was gook as f-ck
maneuver all around these hoes, they wanna move with us
leave the n-gga that you with, i know he turned you off
put a n-gga on then a p-ssy wanna turn you off
all my n-ggas in for the win, we never took a loss
dead flies on the beat so i told t–zy to turn it off

- lpb poody

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